This time twelve years ago I was proudly holding in my arms, a little bundle of love who Hubby Dearest and I had waited years for!

Lil Man made a pretty spectacular entrance into the world, with his own little build up attached.

Sitting at work, (it was my last week before maternity leave started) I realised that I was a little, ahem, damp, down there. Funny, I didn’t think I had sneezed (ladies with pelvic floor issues after pregnancy will be aware what I mean!)

I thought nothing of it. Coming home, I waved Hubby Dearest off to the gym, and then something happened again. It was only little but I knew for sure I hadn’t sneezed.

No.

It couldn’t be! My due date was in three weeks. It was my first baby. First babies were late!

I tried to ignore what was inevitably un-ignoreable. My friend messaged me, saying she had dreamt about me having a baby boy.

I called her up straight away. “Your dream might be coming true sooner rather than later!”

She convinced me to ring the hospital, and to tell my mums too.

But I was in shock. How could my waters be starting to break?

Needless to say, yes, things were happening, and after a full on water break, dams busting, gush of amniotic fluid all over my bed, we went to the hospital.

He still made us wait though.

I was there for a good 12 hours on various drugs and monitors, before I finally, epidural-induced, pushed this little miracle out!

And what a wonderful day for him to arrive, on my mum’s birthday!

Going forward, 12 years, I am a proud mum to a very confident, caring, sometimes frustrating Lil Man.

He may be small, but he is special in so many ways, and I wouldn’t change him for anything!

And I always say to my mum that I could never outdo the present I gave her on her 55th birthday… her first grandchild!